EDITED 5/30/2020
Alec woke to the feeling of eyes on him. He was still curled up in that horrible little infirmary bed, Magnus laying by his side.
Alec opened his eyes and flinched back with a little shout, making Magnus stir but not wake.
Raphael gave him an unimpressed look from where he was, standing over Alec.
"Please don't wake Madzie up." Raphael sighed. "It took forever to get her to go to sleep."
Alec looked over to where he was pointing and saw that Madzie had wedged herself in between her fathers and fallen asleep with her face pressed into Alec's stomach. Alec had thought Magnus was just pressed up against him, which wasn't unusual.
"What time is it?" Alec sighed, rubbing a hand over his eyes before holding a hand out to his son and pulling him in towards the bed. Raphael rolled his eyes and got into the bed next to Alec, acting as if the action were physically hurting him.
"It's eight a.m." Raphael sighed, sounding incredibly put out.
"It's tomorrow?" Looking down at where Raphael's head was resting on his stretched-out bicep.
Raphael looked up at him. "No.." He looked at Alec like he'd gone crazy. "It's today."
Alec rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I meant that I slept the rest of yesterday and all night."
"Right." Raphael said and turned back to look up at the ceiling again.
Alec bent the arm that Raphael's head was lying on so that he could drape an arm over his shoulder. "You're mad at me."
Raphael turned in towards Alec and grabbed a stand of Madzie's hair to rub between his thumb and forefinger. "I'm not angry." Raphael said. "I'm scared. You almost died, Dad. I made the mistake of coming here right after they brought you in. I brought Madzie with me. You looked like.. well, death. The blood, it was everywhere. Papa was crying, Wesley was crying, Cat and Tessa looked freaked out. Isabelle came in later and she was distraught. I thought you were going to die again."
"I promise you," Alec whispered. "That I will never intentionally leave you. I will fight tooth and nail to stay with you, your papa and your sister. I'm so sorry that I scared you, I wish you wouldn't have had to see what you saw. I'm okay, Raph. And today, I'm becoming a warlock again, to stay with you three."
"I know." Raphael said. "And I know I don't say it much, but I love you Dad."
"I love you, too, hijo."
Alec stood staring into Clary's bedroom at the loft. He had changed into a loose, long sleeve grey top and some form fitting black sweatpants. Wesley was drawing the pentagram and Magnus was finishing with the potion, just as Magnus had said would happen the day before.
Raphael was standing behind Alec, leaning against the wall across from Clary's bedroom door. Catarina and Tessa were each busying themselves with trivial things. Tessa was in the kitchen doing Raziel knows what and Catarina was trying to make Alec and Magnus' bedroom more comfortable.
"Hey, buddy." Wesley whispered to Raphael behind Alec. "Why don't you go into the room? Everything's ready. I'm just going to talk to your Dad for a minute."
"Fine." Raphael walked away and into the same room they had used to summon the memory demon back when Magnus and Alec had first met.
"Jem, Tessa and I will keep watching the weather patterns. When you wake up, we will go get her. Okay?" Wesley patted his shoulder. "But right now, we are going to close this door and we are going to go into that room and get your magic and immortality back."
"Is this selfish?" Alec asked. "Me doing this now, maybe we should postpone this. Just until we find her."
"No." Wesley shook his head. "Absolutely not. Alec, you may be her brother, but I am her soulmate. If I of all people am telling you to go through with this, go through with it. Because I know Clary, I know the woman that I love, and I know that without a shadow of a doubt that Clary would want you to do this. Besides, if you do this, If you do this to stay with your soulmate, if you show her it's possible, maybe she'll choose to stay with me."
Wesley looked down at his feet, Alec could see how much the man was hurting. Alec could tell how much the Warlock loved his sister, how much it was killing him to be so uncertain of her fate.
"Let's do it. And then let's go find my sister." Alec told him. Wesley did his best to smile and patted Alec on the shoulder again before gripping it and leading him into the room.
There was a large pentagram on the ground and Tessa was standing at one of the points. Raphael, Magnus and Catarina were standing against the wall near the door. Wesley led Alec to the middle of the pentagram, making him bypass the three that were lined up against the wall.
Wesley took Alec by the shoulder and directed him on how to stand, making him stand sideways so that he wasn't facing either Tessa or Wesley. Wesley squeezed Alec's shoulder and then moved to the other point on the pentagram.
"Ready, Alec?" Tessa asked.
Alec turned to take a long look at Magnus. Magnus was watching him intently; he was wringing his hands and his eyes were wide and unglamoured. He looked so hopeful, yet so afraid. It was like he was terrified to have hope. He then looked at Raphael, who he could tell was trying his hardest to look bored but couldn't hide the worry and concern in his eyes.
Alec could tell his family wouldn't be able to show their happiness until he woke up with his magic and his mark, alive and safe.
"I'm ready." He nodded, turning back to look at the wall.
"Okay." Tessa said quietly.
She and Wesley held up their hands and gestured grandly, letting their magic run through Alec and into the pentagram. The pentagram lit up a bright green as the pair began to chant in a language that Alec had the sudden feeling he should recognize.
He gasped as a burning sensation went through him and his eyes fluttered closed as the scalding hot, burning feeling started to build. It started in his toes, through his feet and up his legs. It touched every part of him and left a tingling feeling in its wake. It wasn't necessarily a good kind of tingling. It wasn't like the tingling feeling that Magnus gave him when they were in bed together, when he leaned over him and ran his hands over every inch of him or ran his lips down his neck and across his chest. It wasn't like that.
It was almost like a fluttering or a kind of slithering feeling, like there was a snake running through his veins and it was making him lightheaded. Everything else got blocked out, the sounds of his friends chanting, Magnus' worried voice asking questions, Raphael telling his father to shut up and let them work. Everything was blocked out, until there were hands grabbing his own. Another set of hands took his shoulders and pushed him to turn and walk.
Alec tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't, his ears were ringing and he just followed the hands that were leading them. He recognized them as Wesley's, and he assumed that Tessa was the one pushing him forward.
Together, the two people that had their hands on him, eased him into bed and under the covers. He laid there for a moment before he felt a cup at his lips, he drank what he was given. It didn't taste wonderful, but it was bearable. The person took the cup away and gave him another one. He went to drink it, eagerly, ready to be finished, but he choked on the taste and went to spit it out as reflex. But then there was an iron grip on his chin, he recognized the fingers, it was his husband. Magnus gripped Alec's chin and tipped the cup again, this time Alec drank everything he was given.
Alec's vision and hearing cleared as he finished what was in the cup. He saw Magnus sitting on the side of the bed, next to him. He had a wet washcloth in his hand, and he used it to wipe Alec's lips before leaning down to press a quick kiss to his lips.
"Alexander." Magnus whispered. "You've done so well, my love, so well. Everything went just right. You're going to take a short nap now, okay? I'll see you when you wake up."
And then Alec blinked, and Magnus was gone. Wesley was sitting in the armchair next to the bed, flipping through an old book that Alec recognized from Magnus' collection. He'd seen it in several of his lives, Magnus had had it for a long time.
"Wesley?" Alec asked, his voice was hoarse, and he suddenly felt very stiff.
"Hey, mate." Wesley looked up in surprise. "You're finally awake. We were getting worried."
"What do you mean?" Alec asked. "I didn't sleep, I - Magnus was just here but then he disappeared and now you're here."
"Alec, you've been asleep for three days." Wesley told him.
Alec blinked up at him. "Did it work? Did it at least work? Magnus told me one day. He said I'd sleep for twenty-four hours."
"Your eyes are green." Wesley said. "You still have all of your runes. Now we just need to see if your magic works, and Izzy volunteered to take some blood to see if your cells have changed. If they have, we will know if you're immortal."
Alec looked across the room, he saw his phone and he snapped his fingers. Green magic sparked between his fingers and his phone appeared in his hand.
"I've missed that feeling." Alec whispered. "My magic, it running through me. I've missed it."
"Congratulations mate. I'll send Iz in here and Cat will do a workup, after that, we're going to Siberia."
"Siberia?" Alec asked.
"We just got word that there were weather changes there." Wesley told him. "Clary might still be there. So, you, me, Jem and Tessa are going to go and check it out."
"Good." Alec nodded. "We've got to find her."
"Good morning." A young man said as Clary opened her eyes.
She sat up and gripped the back of the admittedly, very comfortable couch. She glanced over her shoulder and looked at him. She didn't recognize him, but the look on his face, in his eyes, that was familiar.
She glanced around the room. She didn't recognize where she was, but she had a feeling that she was no longer in New York. Her family would have found her by now, if they weren't all dead by now.
"Who are you?" She asked.
He smiled for a split second before schooling his features. "Don't you see the family resemblance?" He quirked his lips and did a little half shrug. "I mean, before you decided you wanted a fancy new family."
Clary pushed herself up off the couch and marched over to the window, she saw that she was correct in thinking that they weren't in New York anymore and turned back to the man. "Jonathan."
"In the flesh." He nodded. "Resurrection brought back my real face."
"Where's Lilith?" Clary demanded, stepping closer to her ex-brother.
"Back in Edom, where she belongs." Jonathan answered, also stepping closer to her. "You've been asleep for days. You must be starving. How about I make you some breakfast? And a nice cup of tea?"
Clary scoffed and strode past him. She was trying to look annoyed while she was surveying her surroundings, just like Alec had taught her.
"I got Earl Grey, your favorite . . ." Jonathan said dejectedly as she walked past him.
He turned to watch her as she scanned the dining room before turning back to him. "What'd she do to me? She did something right?"
"You drank my blood." Jonathan told her. "We're connected now. It's a miracle."
Clary didn't allow herself to digest that information, she couldn't freak out. "It's what brought you back to life. Nothing more." Clary spat.
"It's a symbol of our bond." Jonathan argued. "I wouldn't be alive without my little sister."
"I am not your sister." Clary said in a hard tone. "And if it were up to me, it never would have happened."
She walked back over to the window. "Where are we?"
"Siberia." Jonathan came to stand behind her.
"The apartment can move?" Clary was genuinely curious.
"Cool, huh?" Jonathan placed a hesitant hand on her waist and Clary jerked away.
"Don't touch me." She took a deep breath. "Of all places, why Siberia?"
"Lilith sent us here, to keep us safe." Jonathan took a half step back and raised his hands in surrender.
Clary gave him a disbelieving look. "You really think your friends wouldn't kill me if they had the chance?" Jonathan took a step closer to her. "If they did that, it would only hurt you."
"Yeah, right." Clary rolled her eyes. "My family would do what was necessary, and I would stand with them the entire time."
"I know you believe that," Jonathan nodded sympathetically. "But you'll see it my way, soon enough. Don't worry. They'll never find you. I won't let them hurt you. Hurt us."
"If you're looking for a 'thank you' you're never gonna get it." Clary shook her head.
Jonathan chuckled. "You don't have to thank me. We're family, you and I. I'll do whatever it takes to protect you. You're all that I have left."
"Hmm." Clary said. "You know, I am actually kind of hungry. How about that breakfast?"
"Of course." Jonathan looked kind of shocked at how quickly Clary had changed her tune. Clary hoped that he would chalk it up to some sort of head injury or how long she had been asleep. "Coming right up."
He turned and walked down the hall, as soon as he was out of sight, Clary sprinted across the room towards the door she had spotted when she was surveying her surroundings. She grabbed a cloak from a coat rack and pressed the button on the elevator a couple times. When it didn't work, she pried the doors open.
"Clary!" Jonathan called from across the room. "Come on! You can't go out there. You're never gonna survive."
She turned to him and spat with all the hate she could muster. "Watch me!"
She ran out into the blizzard while Jonathan watched, exasperated. Clary threw the cloak over her shoulders and ran as fast and as far as she could across the yard in front of the little house, they had apparently been in. She ran for miles; she was nearing a creek at the bottom of a hill when she turned around and saw that Jonathan had been tailing her. She kept running, not down the hill but along the creek. She stopped and turned in a circle seeing that she was indeed, in the middle of nowhere. She had no hope of getting out of here alive. She panicked and she felt her heart speed up and her breathing slow. And that's when she fell, tumbling down the hill towards the creek.
The last thing she remembered was her head hitting the rock and half of her body settling in the freezing cold water.
When Clary woke up, she was warm and her head ached the slightest bit. She looked over and saw she was in a chair right next to the fireplace. Her clothes had been changed and a blanket had been draped over her.
"You're awake." Jonathan came into the room with a bowl of soup. "Here." He offered it to her. "It'll help you get your strength back."
"I don't want anything from you." Clary said coldly. Staring at him, glaring at him. All she wanted was to be back with her family. Alec, Magnus, Madzie, Izzy, her mother. Wesley.
She knew she had fallen in love with the Warlock. They spent almost all their free time together, and he had helped. He had helped her work through so much of her life and how much it had changed. He had shown her that it was okay for her to love herself after everything, after her failures and her challenges. Wesley Thomas was the most amazing guy she had ever met, and he was in love with someone else. He had a soulmate out there somewhere. And she wished so desperately that it was her that was his soulmate, not that other girl. She just wanted to be back with him, sitting on the love seat in her bedroom watching trashy television.
"I understand that you don't trust me." Jonathan set the soup down on the end table next to her chair. "But I would like to ask you to try."
"How could I possibly trust you? After everything you've done?"
"Because I was your brother?" Jonathan asked. "Because you and I? We aren't that different."
"I am nothing like you."
"I may have demon blood, so do others that you love." He told her. "Simon, Magnus, Luke. My curse started the day that I was abandoned by my birth mother. Our mother. Would you be any different if instead of Jocelyn, you were raised by our sadistic father?"
"Jace was raised by Valentine. He was a good man."
"Jace wasn't sent to Edom." Jonathan argued.
"Jonathan, if you're looking for pity, you should save your breath." She threw the blanket off of herself and walked across the room.
"I'm not interested in pity." Jonathan rose to his feet and watched her walk away. "Just understanding. I can't deny the things I've done. But you need to know that's behind me now. I can change."
Clary turned around and looked at him incredulously.
"I want to change." Jonathan said. "Because, whatever good inside of you, at least some of that has got to be inside of me too. Somewhere. I intend to prove that to you. I should go get some more firewood; I'll be right back."
Clary moved to the dining room and stared out the window resentfully.
"Sorry it took so long." Jonathan came back fifteen minutes later. "The weather's brutal out there. The good news is, we won't be here much longer. The apartment can take us wherever we want to go. And if I recall," He rounded the table to stand near her and Clary held a knife up behind her back. "One place that you have always dreamed of visiting ever since she was a little girl."
"Paris," She moved closer to him.
"Absolument," He grinned and moved closer as well. They were only inches apart and Clary's skin was crawling.
He looked into her eyes and then down at her lips and in seconds, his lips were on hers. She reeled back and brought the knife up and stabbed it through the bottom of his mouth.
Jonathan started to gasp as blood flowed from his lips and Clary smirked triumphantly before she realized something was very wrong.
Blood seeped from her lips and from a stab wound on the underside of her jaw. Both her and Jonathan sunk to the ground as they struggled to breathe. Jonathan pulled his stele out and healed himself which healed Clary as well.
They looked at each other in shock as they both got to their feet.
"Amazing." Jonathan said.
"No." Clary was horrified.
"We are one now, Clary Lightwood."